I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Chen Feng folded the telegram and put it in his pocket:

"Turn off the radio! You and Zi Han can go to the beach to play. Aren't you thinking about going to the beach to catch seafood?"

"I don't want to go anymore. Daya is not here, so the two of us can't dig anything."

Daya was not at home, so Uncle Liang went to visit his neighbor and came back to cook a pot of seafood noodles. He also prepared chili oil for Chen Feng. Huang Shanhe said he had eaten and went to check the alert situation outside. Uncle Liang squatted on the ground, watching the three young men wolfing down their food with a smile.

"Yunyan, give uncle ten dollars later and ask him to buy some seafood. I will cook some seafood after noon. They have come from far away to support us, so we must entertain them well no matter what."

"Captain, there's no need to spend money. You guys will have to pay for the seafood. The fishermen in the village will stab me in the back if they find out."

"Uncle, don't be polite. No matter what, we can't take advantage of the fishermen. Pick the good and fresh ones. Oh, and don't use only seafood. Add some other meat dishes. In case someone is allergic to seafood, we have to make preparations in advance."

Song Zihan picked at the captain's seafood noodles and said with a smile:

"Captain, I find that you are becoming more and more considerate. You treat Lin Heng and his four companions, and the eight new pilots better than you treat our sister Yunyan. I admit that I am jealous. Can we join the seafood feast as well?"

Chen Feng glanced at Song Zihan, and Song Zihan immediately became obedient. He was becoming more and more outrageous and talking nonsense in front of Uncle Liang.

Uncle Liang was still smoking and grinning, secretly calculating in his heart that the more quiet one should be the eldest, the one with a lively personality should be the second, and how could his daughter be the third? If it was an ordinary dignitary, Uncle Liang would never allow the eldest daughter to be the younger, no matter how rich and powerful she was. But Captain Lengqiang was different. He had dealt with him several times. He was young, good-looking, kind-hearted, responsible, and a hero who fought against the Japanese. Besides, he could see clearly what his daughter was thinking and didn't want her to suffer any grievances.

Chen Feng was picking the razor clams in the noodles when he suddenly noticed that Uncle Liang was looking at him kindly. What was going on? Didn't he have a son looking at him with envy? Chen Feng didn't know that this kind uncle had already opened his mind. If he knew what he was thinking, he might jump into the sea. He was not that kind of person at all.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Feng and his party were waiting at the southeastern coast of Lanshantou. Neither the special operations company on guard nor the special operations platoon brought by Chen Feng showed up. The more people there were, the less safe it was.

At 2:58, a cargo ship appeared on the sea on the south side. As if it had suddenly jumped out, the cargo ship stopped about 2,000 meters away from the coastline. Then a landing speedboat was lowered. In just two minutes, the speedboat created white waves and rushed towards the beach.

Chen Guoqing jumped down with eight pilots carrying packages on their backs. The speedboat swung its tail like a scorpion, drew a wavy line and dived into the deep sea.

Chen Feng was shocked. Li Yunyan and Song Zihan beside him were also stunned. A woman, a female pilot? Chen Guoqing and the others knew him. There were only eight people besides Chen Guoqing. The captain said there were eight pilots. Then what about this young and beautiful woman?

Chen Guoqing tried hard to control his body to prevent himself from falling. This happened every time he sat on the boat for a long time. When he got ashore, he would feel the ground was uneven. Sometimes, when it was serious, he would feel the ground was shaking. While controlling his body, he secretly glanced at Chen Feng's expression. He was really surprised, right?

"Captain, let me introduce you."

"Brother Guoqing, it's not safe here, let's go back to the village first."

Chen Feng and the eight pilots nodded in greeting. All eight of them stared at Chen Feng, which was somewhat awkward!

There was not enough space for more than ten people at Daya's house, so the seafood and meals were moved to the big house used by the Yimeng Guerrilla Caravan to purchase seafood.

"My fellow countrymen, you have worked hard on the journey. Please wash your hands and have a meal first. After that, we will take a bus back to Qingdao."

The eight men took off their backpacks. Just now a special forces soldier wanted to help but was politely refused by the men. The backpacks were piled together and looked extremely heavy.

After everyone sat down, Chen Guoqing introduced to Chen Feng several pilots who had returned to provide assistance.

"This beauty is Guo Cailing, she is from Fujian and is an overseas Chinese in Vietnam. You guessed it right, brother. No need to be surprised anymore. She is the pilot."

Chen Feng's face was still full of surprise:

"Ms. Guo, I admire you."

Guo Cailing smiled sweetly:

"Captain Leng Qiang, we are the ones who admire you. I have been paying attention to you since your commando team blew up the Japanese special cigarettes in the Longshan battlefield. It is my honor to have the opportunity to fight alongside you."

Chen Guoqing continued to introduce:

Zhou Zhenya, a Chinese American, is from Guangdong.

Huang Jiacheng, an Indonesian overseas Chinese, was born in Fujian.

Chen Ruishu is a Chinese American from Zhejiang.

Wei Shuchen, a Chinese overseas in the UK, is from Fujian.

Sun Lianmin, a Chinese overseas in Germany, is from Fujian.

Qin Ming and Qin Liang, two brothers, are Chinese Americans from Guangxi.

After everyone got familiar with each other, they started eating. Chen Guoqing tasted the fried chicken and knew it was Chen Feng's cooking.

"Your cook is great!"

"Brother Guoqing, these were made by our captain."

The eight pilots looked at Chen Feng at the same time. Leng Qiang can cook? No wonder the food smells so good. However, it is an honor to eat the food cooked by Captain Leng Qiang himself.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, the convoy set off. Chen Feng and nine other people sat in the truck compartment with a canopy, discussing the current situation during the bumpy ride. Both brothers Guo Cailing and Qin Ming were a little anxious.

"Captain Leng Qiang, how many planes have we seized? What models are they? Can they all fly? Are there any combat missions? We can all take off tomorrow."

"Ms. Guo~".

"Just call me Cai Ling, captain. You don't have to be polite to us. We will feel uncomfortable if you are polite. Just call anyone by their name."

This girl has a really straightforward personality, but a girl who can fly a plane into the sky is definitely a leader among women.

"Miss Cai Ling, there is no need to rush to join the battle. Our guerrillas have established a flying brigade. The most urgent task is to train them. There are five Kuomintang pilots training them now. It is just right for you to take over and let them fly back to Wuhan to provide support."

"By the way, I originally hired ten retired ace pilots from the US military. They are now floating on the sea. Do you think they are still needed?"

Chen Ruishu is more familiar with this:

"Captain, if there really is an ace pilot, we definitely need him. To be honest, we can all fly and fight, but we are still far from those ace pilots. Let me put it this way! With the same plane, an ace pilot can fight against three or five of us without losing the upper hand."

Zhou Zhenya also came back from the United States. He knew about those retired ace pilots. The hiring price of those people was not cheap. He thought that the captain was not only rich, but also well-connected. It had only been a short time since he captured Qingdao! The American ace pilot was already on the road.